Especially around the auction house, there are bloody battles everywhere, including Zhang Xiaotian and others, who are struggling to move, almost every step is a bloody battle. As for the auction house, it is like a holy land.
"You fight, don't bring the war to our Tiansheng Auction House." Above the auction house, a light and shadow of tens of meters of spiritual power condensed, and when I stared at it, I saw an old man.
With the palm of the hand, the aura flashes, and the vast spiritual power blasts into the world, covering the auction house, and a layer of spiritual power light curtain is formed, covering the auction house, which is like a crystal holy city. Any war is turned away.
Zhang Xiaotian and others secretly said that they would not leave if they knew it a long time ago, but now Lian Longwu, Qinghe and others are all working hard, not to mention Zhang Xiaotian and others.
There is blood lingering from time to time, blood splashes are often splashed, roars and screams are constant, making people creepy.
There are two types of people who are deeply loved by many assassins. They are the monks who left the auction house first or left the auction house last. The former may be carrying a treasure and must leave first. The latter may need to trade with the auction house, leading to backwardness and leaving, and may also harbor treasures. Zhang Xiaotian and others are naturally the latter.
"Hand over the treasure? You won't die!" Another group of monks surrounded Zhang Xiaotian and others.
"Come on!" The sword was soaring into the sky, the domineering sword aura added to the sky, his eyes were wild and his head was full of long hair dancing wildly. The breath exuding, smelled, is suddenly.
Taking a step, the whole person is like a giant knife traversing the earth, the knife is spinning sideways, and a knife arc is formed in the void, which is amazingly bright, and blood splashes everywhere.
"The battle spirit cuts with one sword!" After a round of rotation, the sword roared and slashed out horizontally. I saw a ten-foot-long arc of light between the sky and the earth, shining all over the earth. The spirituality of the sword, straight to split the void, cut away all the tangible qualities.
The remaining enemies, before they screamed, were divided into two, bloody and bloody.
Such scenes of jet lag happen, human lives are worthless, not as good as grass, and the strong tramples on the lives of the weak at will.
Zhang Xiaotian and others will not kill people casually, but as long as they stand in the way, the gods block and kill the gods, the Buddha blocks and kill the Buddha, and the murderous intent is overwhelming.
Because Zhang Xiaotian and others were not weak, they were finally stared at by some terrifying powerhouses, among them there were even many cultivators in the spiritual realm.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaotian and others, although they were not in extreme danger, their actions slowed down, and even some monks were at risk. For example, Zhang Xiaotian, at least in the eyes of blocking Zhang Xiaotian and others, thought this way.
"Boy, come and die by yourself, lest the uncle do it, otherwise you, the delicate skin and tender flesh, will be scared to death first once it blooms!" One person looked down on Zhang Xiaotian and said, contemptuously, staring at the soft sheep. In the eyes of many powerful people, this is an indisputable fact, because the realm of the two is far apart.
"You better think clearly!" Zhang Xiaotian shook his head and said lightly.
Hearing this, this person was slightly startled, and then furious, a weak person, the cultivation base of the peak of the ethereal realm, unexpectedly responded to me, the strong spiritual realm, so indifferently, this is a kind of provocation.
"Now you want to die by yourself, it's impossible!" The man said coldly, murderously. The aura is surging, and a big hand watered with vigorous spiritual power explores out, like the sky rushing, turbulent and indecisive. This power, any cultivator in the spiritual realm must take it seriously, but Zhang Xiaotian, a young cultivator in the ethereal realm, has a sullen attitude.
Zhang Xiaotian flicked his sleeves, like a violent wind flashing, thunder riots, flashing electric arcs, a lot, a lot, smashing at the opponent.
The two violently collided, and in an instant, the aura flickered. Compared with the blazing brilliance between the sky and the earth, this ray of light was just a drop in the ocean.
Two forces are eroding each other...
"How is it possible?" This person said in amazement, his own giant hand of spiritual power was disintegrated by the opponent, and the thunder wave was still coming across.
This person was ruthless, his entire popularity soared, his whole body leaped into endless light, dazzling like stars, mixed with blood.
"Extreme Violent Fist!" Huang-rank martial arts terrifying. A punch was bombarded, and the surrounding spiritual power was abnormally violent, and the fist power was even more violent, and the spiritual power was like a huge wave, surging.
Wherever he went, the air and other materials were rioting one after another, and the sky and the earth, gusts of wind, seemed to have the potential of chaotic riots.
What is frightening is that such a terrible attack, the two clashes, is actually just a burst of sore teeth and stomach, and both of them are actually ablated. But Zhang Xiaotian hasn't made a second shot yet? But the opponent is the second thorough force attack.
"Spare!" The man yelled, death is before, and then he really realized that it is good to be alive, and this moment is really regrettable.
Zhang Xiaotian's face was cold, a palm cut crosswise, if the eagle hit the sky, the momentum was fierce. The advantage of attack, cutting gold and stone, is like a child's play.
At the same time, the palm light was gushing, a layer of light wave swept away, and no sound was heard.
After a few breaths, suddenly, a rain of blood splashed everywhere, and the whole person was divided into two, the cut surface was fine, smooth and smooth.
This blow was so sharp that it was too sharp. The exposure of Zhang Xiaotian attracted the attention of several powerful men, causing Zhang Xiaotian to be stopped by several monks at once, and all of them had good cultivation skills.
Suddenly, there was a burst of fighting, and the aura surged and became extremely gorgeous, and the spiritual power often rioted. And the other eleven are not much better.
However, the twelve people, after all, were not laymen, their forefronts became stronger and stronger, and finally rushed out of this place with a rush.
"Little bunnies, hand over the treasure." A monk with a hooked nose and a pointed face in front of him felt very mean. He stopped Zhang Xiaotian and the others. In the looming space, his cultivation base was amazing, and it might even be a spiritual realm cultivation base.
Zhang Xiaotian and others were silent.
"Why, don't want to make it!" The man smiled, with a rather indifferent smile.
"The weak are allowed to play with the strong. This is an immutable truth. I don't make it difficult for you. Hand over the treasures and go!" This man waved his hand, taking it for granted, with an extremely kind-hearted appearance.
"Okay!" The sword said first, leaning one hand into his arms as if he was digging out some treasure.
"Kill!" A killing sound shook the world, and the air was about to freeze, and bursts of murderous aura suddenly bloomed in this world.
The spiritual light flickered and was as fierce as a red, a rainbow of spiritual power swept away, covering this psychic realm powerhouse one after another. More than a dozen people shot wildly, and the world trembled for a while.
After all, they are geniuses among geniuses. Each of these people is a half-step transformation of the spirit realm, and with all their strength, they can fight the real spirit realm fiercely.
Only Zhang Xiaotian didn't make a move.
The strong in the psychic realm can't care about any angry emotions. Seeing this, his human body is like glazed jade, in which a rich and incomparable liquid spiritual power flows.